I wait for the moon to arrive
When the ink black night steals my vision
When I wish to see my own reflection.
When dreams evaporate by sighs unseen
When my path stumbles into a darkness within
I wait eagerly for the arrival of the moon
To create my own magical world
Where I am lost in dreams of a creative void
I wait for the moon to arrive as a beckon of joy
Illuminating all darkness in me with a divine convoy.

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जीवन और मृत्यु साथ साथ चलते हैं

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ଦୀର୍ଘ ଏକ ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷାର ପରେ
ତୁମ ସହ ଦେଖା ହେଲା ଦିନେ ସଂଜ ବେଳେ
ଆକାଶରେ ଫୁଟୁଥିଲା ତାରାର ରୋଷଣୀ
ଜହ୍ନର ଆତସବାଜି, ଦୂରାଗତ ନିଶାର କିଙ୍କିଣୀ
ଶୁଭୁଥିଲା ରହିରହି ଚକୋରୀର ଡାକ
ଅଦୂରସ୍ଥ ବାଂଶବନୁ ଚିହ୍ନା ଚିହ୍ନା ନିଃସଙ୍ଗ ସଂଳାପ
ତୁମେ ଥିଲ ସାଥେ ବୋଲି ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ସବୁ ନୂଆ ନୂଆ
ତୁମ କଥା, ତୁମ ହସ, ଆଖିରେ କି ଭରିଥିଲା ଅଜଣା କିମିଆ
ଲୁହ ଯାକ ବନ୍ୟା ହୋଇ ବହିଗଲା ପରେ
ସେ ମୁହୂର୍ତ୍ତ ଆସିଥିଲା ଲେସି ହୋଇ ଜହ୍ନର ରଂଗରେ
ମୁଁ ବୋଲି ଅନୁଭବ ହଜିଥିଲା ତୁମ ମଧ୍ୟେ
ଦେହେ ମନେ ଥିଲା ଏକ ମୁଗ୍ଧ ଶିହରଣ
ପ୍ରଖର ସୌରଦାହ ଅନ୍ତେ ସତେ ଯେହ୍ନେ
ଆସିଥିଲା ଝରଝର ପ୍ରୀତିର ଶ୍ରାବଣ।

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I die to moments I live
Death is nothing new to me
Unlike a serpent I have shed
many scales during a lifetime
Death is an old friend I love.
You may ask, how is the experience?
It's wonderful, refreshing I may say
Like a new sunrise every day
A new moon in the sky.
Like the first leaves after a fall
Death is a renewal of life every second
Unless you let go of things so dear.

Do I fear death? No, never
As it is not like somebody
waiting to claim me at the end of the tunnel
Not a stranger to encounter suddenly one day
It is like my shadow, my other self
Staying close to my desire and anticipation
The great annihilator, my only lover.
I die, therefore I live.

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इस्क का ग़ुलाब खिल रही है
मन के बाग़ में सन्तर्पण में
कोई आए उसे छू ले
आदर और अनुराग में

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ଗ୍ରୀଷ୍ମ

ପବନରେ ଖଇ ଫୁଟେ
ଖରା ତାତି ଅସହ୍ୟ ହେଲାଣି
ରାସ୍ତା ଘାଟେ ସନ୍ତୁଳି ଯାଉଛନ୍ତି ପ୍ରାଣୀ
ମଣିଷର କର୍ମଫଳ ଭୋଗନ୍ତି ସଭିଏଁ
ଗଛ, ଲତା, ଜୀବଜନ୍ତୁ ଆଜି‌ ମୃତପ୍ରାୟେ
ଶୁଷ୍କ ଆଜି ନଦୀ, ନାଳ, ପାଣିର ସଂକଟ
ଜଙ୍ଗଲେ ଜଳୁଛି ନିଆଁ ନାହିଁ କିଛି ବାଟ
ରହିଯାଅ ଦଣ୍ଡେ ପାନ୍ଥ ଆଖି ଆଗେ ଏ ଯେ ମରିଚିକା
କିଏ ଜାଣେ କେତେବେଳେ ପଡ଼ିଯିବ ଯବନିକା।

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When I get into bed late at night
In a flash I see my day's reflection
And a strange repose descends into me
Before I close my eyes after applying eye drops for glaucoma
With a burning sensation that leaves no option but sleep
I open my Kindle or mobile to read something interesting,
something that uplifts my spirit to an exalted state
That slowly spreads through my being
And I consciously feel the inner light blinking with a mystic flash
I listen to every sound the night presents
The wind playing with the leaves
The whispering of love by night queen
Barking of dogs, hooting of an owl
A distant honk of vehicles moving on highways
Whistle of the train leaving station
A faint ethereal song that comes floating,
filling my heart with untold sorrow,
And the silence.
Before I close my eyes to sleep
The body lies motionless
Mind calms down
While slumber entwines me
Gently in his arms.

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ଏ ସହରେ ବର୍ଷା ନାହିଁ
ନାହିଁ ବି ବଉଦର ମେଳି
କି ସବୁଜ ପ୍ରତିଶ୍ରୁତି।
ଏଇ‌‌ ତ ସକାଳ ହେଲା
ମାଡ଼ି ଆସିଲା ଢେ଼ଉଢେ଼ଉକା ଖରା
ଚିହ୍ନା ଆକାଶର ରୁକ୍ଷ ରୂପ
ଅସହ୍ୟ ଉତ୍ତାପ।
ଅଦୂରସ୍ଥ ଆମ୍ବ ଡାଳରେ
ପତ୍ର ଫାଙ୍କରୁ ଗୀତ ଗାଉଛି
ହଳଦୀବସନ୍ତ, ପାଳି ଧରୁଛନ୍ତି
ଫୁକ୍ ଫୁକ୍ ଡେଉଁଥିବା କିଛି
କୁନି ଚଢ଼େଇ,
ସଂଗୀତର ଏଇ ଆସରଟି ଭେଦି ଯାଉଛି ମରମକୁ
ନିସର୍ଗ ଆନନ୍ଦ ସଂଚରି ଯାଉଛି ପ୍ରାଣରେ।
ଏ ସହରେ ବର୍ଷା ଏବେ ନାହିଁ ସତ
ଅଛି କିନ୍ତୁ ପୁଲକ ଜଗାଉଥିବା ପକ୍ଷୀ ଗୀତ
ମଲ୍ଲି ଫୁଲ ବାସ।

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You are a maze
Amazing us every moment
With the produce of your mind
Unbelievably simple yet intricate.
You live in a world of words
Imagery far-fetched and distant
Symbols you weave in uncommon patterns
With materials brought from
another world of the cosmos or
From nightly activities of the firmament.
Your feet are here but head
touches heavens beyond
Thence you gather your inspiration.
If someone ever tried to enter into your thoughts
I'm sure they had found themselves lost
A maze as it is
A whirlwind of emotions pristine
A silent valley of beauty divine
It arrests our attention though
Can never allow a straight entry
Unless one is keen on solving riddles
Unlike the sphinx, an untouched mystery.

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Sunday is the guest
We are eager to welcome
Unlike its human counterparts
It arrives with a cool promise
To make our day better and wise.
We wait for Sunday with eager anticipation
For morning dreams, repose and calm
To have fun and relax at will
To revitalize senses with unhurried chill
We sing and dance, like a child at play
Sunday being with us as a guest so gay.
It adds wings to our mind to soar
To traverse the sky and shine like a star.
The only guest we never wish to leave
As Sunday's warmth will never cease.

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